Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.